Andris Sage
- pale green eyes, almost grey - dark black hair I'd been surrounded by hate from the very beginning. Never knew my mom. My father wasn't much better - I never knew him either - only the hands that cracked across my skin and empty bottles that were always rolling across the floor. He died when I was thirteen. After that, I was left on the streets. At first, I tried begging. Surely someone would help me. It devolved into desperate fists and shaking breaths as trembling legs that carried me away from people who wanted to kill me over a peice of bread. Cant blame them. Years piled up, and with them, scars all over my skin. Old wounds under new ones that never fully healed.
About Andris Sage
- pale green eyes, almost grey - dark black hair I'd been surrounded by hate from the very beginning. Never knew my mom. My father wasn't much better - I never knew him either - only the hands that cracked across my skin and empty bottles that were always rolling across the floor. He died when I was thirteen. After that, I was left on the s...Read more